frightened rabbit

rabbits are shy, paranoid creatures, apt to drop everything at the merest hint of danger and hide until it’s safe to come out again. skittish, but sweetly gullible, you could say. such a rabbit am i. rabbits are also not known for their fierceness, their chief lines of defense being kicking, at close quarters, or…

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my life is a comedy

once upon a time, there was a strong, handsome, noble prince who loved a girl. she was not a princess. she wasn’t what you’d call pretty. she wasn’t even particularly nice. okay, she was just plain mean. she was also perpetually dirty and more than a little ill-behaved. but he loved her anyway, for some…

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as my whimsy takes me

“you know what?” “no. what?” “you’re too serious.” “am i now?” “much, much too serious. in fact, i can’t imagine you ever being a child.” “that’s ridiculous. everyone starts life as a child.” “no, some people are born old men and never recover. others, if they’re lucky, achieve childhood before they die.” “you seem to…

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inner dialogue

“psst. psst.       psssssssssst!               hello? hello?   hello! look, i’m talking to you!” “i am quite aware of the fact, thank you.” “well, then why didn’t you answer?” “maybe i was thinking.” “pssh, that doesn’t give you the right to ignore people. you could at least…

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evensong

there’s silver in my hair there’s creases in your face we’ve had so much to learn about this strange and different place that years flew by and children died but still the world seems new again when particles collide — maybe that’s just part of growing old remembering, revising all the stories that we told…

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nervosa | scene, somewhere

it was early summer, a beautiful evening with just the barest hints of dusk darkening the edges of the sky. mowers roared dully as sweaty white-legged men groomed their urban gardens of eden. through an open window somewhere came wafting the sounds of a jazz combo and children at play. and so it had begun.…

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etymology | the autumn of discomfiture

the candle glowed steadily, unaware of the scent of burning dust it was creating. the flame was unflappable, mostly, for the day was a chilly one and all windows were shuttered until further notice. it had begun to rain outside — not a violent thunderstorm or a cheerful downpour, but the timid, mizzling kind of…

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tragic tales and sordid stories

for the past five years i’ve known this girl.  her name is aaryn reed. her middle name changes occasionally.  she has a family that consists of a mom, a dad and an older brother.  there are a few pets, as well.  currently they are bassett hounds.  aaryn’s best friend is named brenna harding.  brenna has…

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